Hi, I’m Jessica and I’m the heart behind Wilson’s Mama.
I’m a wife and a stay-at-home mom to three children: two I get to hold and raise each day and one I carry in my heart.
In the summer of 2025, I gave birth to my perfect son, Wilson. He lived for 54 minutes. Although his life was brief, it was full of love and it changed me in ways I’m still trying to understand.
This blog began as a way to process my grief, to remember my son, and to make sense of life after loss—while still showing up for my children who need me here.
My days are a mix of homeschooling my 4-year-old, caring for my toddler, tending to our home, and learning how to live with both deep sorrow and deep love at the same time. I find small pieces of healing in baking, gardening, and creating a slower, more intentional rhythm at home.
I’ve been a Christian my whole life, but after losing my son, my faith has become something different—more questioned, more raw, and, in some ways, more real. I don’t have tidy answers and I won’t pretend to.
I’m also walking through a new and tender season: pregnancy after loss where I’m holding fragile and tentative hope and extreme fear in the same breath.
Here, I write about:
* grief and healing after losing a child
* motherhood in the midst of heartbreak
* faith that wrestles instead of pretending
* slow, simple living as a form of healing
* the ordinary moments that still matter
More than anything, this space is for my sweet Wilson. He matters and his life matters.
If you’ve found your way here because you’re grieving too, or just trying to keep going, I am so sorry you are part of this club and you are so incredibly welcome here.
You don’t have to have it all together to belong. I certainly do not.